1708: C1708 With a Flick of His Finger He Could Destroy All of You(part I)

C1708 With a Flick of His Finger He Could Destroy All of You(part I)

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"What's going on?"

Sikong Tu first frowned, then his face turned pale. The blood and Yuan Qi in his body seemed to have fallen into a quagmire, and it was difficult for him to move!

It had been many years since Sikong Tu had advanced to the semi-sage realm. He had never experienced such a feeling. Even when he was facing a genuine Saint realm expert by himself, he had never felt such a terrifying pressure!

Moreover, he was still a long way from the wilderness.

"What is there in front of me that is frightening?" Sikong Tu's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water would drip out of it. " No, that's not right. That seems to be the location where Sikong Hong died!"

"Damn it, what kind of trouble did this Sikong Hong cause me?"

"It's fine if I die, but don't give me any more trouble!"

Although this Sikong Hong was Sikong Tu's younger brother and they had a very close blood relationship, the difference in age was just too great. Furthermore, this was the most crucial period for Sikong Tu to break through to the Saint realm!

If he missed this crucial opportunity, he didn't know if he would have the chance to touch the Saint realm in the future!

From this point of view, one could imagine how much Sikong Tu hated Sikong Hong. As for the murderer of his brother, he hated him even more!

After ten breaths of time, the terrifying pressure of the Black Dragon Mountain outer mountain finally disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Even so, the hundreds of thousands of Service disciple who were awakened still had lingering fears on their faces. They nervously looked at the source of the terrifying pressure.

"Humph!" Sikong Tu let out a cold humph and waved his hand, "All Ninth Grade Service disciple who has been selected, listen to my command. "

"Yes, adults!"

There were a total of ten Ninth Grade Service disciple selected by Sikong Tu. This group of people was considered quite strong among the Ninth Grade Service disciple.

"Let's go and capture the villain who killed the nominal disciple!"

Sikong Tu gave the order. He carried the spirit knife and strode out of the gathering place, heading towards the wilderness.

. . .

The altars on the altar were already in ruins. The sites that were originally left with the ancient altars were stacked layer after layer.

Normally speaking, these altars would not be destroyed so easily. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to keep them for so many years.

However, Qin Sheng's breakthrough this time had actually destroyed all of the altars, and he was unable to find any traces of the original.

At this time, Qin Sheng's eyes were tightly shut. His clothes had long been turned to dust, and his entire body was wrapped by a huge black cocoon that looked like a cicada's cocoon.

The Qi that could be compared to the real Saint realm expert had long disappeared. It had been withdrawn by Qin Sheng. At this moment, he was digesting all the benefits of advancing to the Manifestation Realm.

The Manifestation Realm was not only one Great Realm higher than the abode Realm, it was also a transformation, a transformation from the physical body to the soul Realm.

"Buzz ~ ~"

Qin Sheng's finger tapped lightly, and his finger shone with a golden light. It was as if a Saint domain spirit beast had shot out a vertical eye beam, and the indestructible shell of the cicada's pupa had turned into dust.

"Rumble. . . "

A golden elemental energy gushed out from within his body, and turned into an armor. On the surface of the armor, an incomparably complex layer of Spirit Patternss was naturally formed. The elemental energy could even turn into an armor. Moreover, the complexity of this Spirit Patterns was not any weaker than the real Spirit Patterns created by Saint realm expert!

Qin Sheng said with a faint smile. "I really didn't expect that in the end, my physical body would become a Saint before the soul!"

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